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jay-arts-t · 11 months

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Sometimes I just like to think about what it could've been if Geralt had gotten Ciri right after Pavetta and Duny died. If Calanthe was so weighed down by grief she realizes she can't take care of Ciri. So she orders Moussack to go find Geralt to collect Ciri. Imagining Geralt in a random tavern somewhere in Temeria, slowly making his way up to Kaer Morhen for the winter as autumn is approaching. Him having a gut feeling he should head up early, he thinks it's because something is wrong with Vesemir so he's anxious to make it through. But Roach needs to rest and well, it wouldn't hurt to get some extra supplies for the winter. Certainly wouldn't hurt to get some extra booze so he has relief from Lambert's grating voice on his ears. Besides, he and Eskel can stay up late and drink to their hearts content up in his room like they used to sneak around when they were teens.

Then out of the blue he sees Moussack, and dread fills his entire body. He doesn't keep up with news outside of what Dandelion tells him. So when Moussack is telling him Calanthe is summoning him he's thinking "oh fuck, she's changed her mind and is going to execute me."

But Moussack reassures him he's not going to be harmed. Calanthe is asking for him because of his child surprise. And now Geralt is really worried. What happened to them? Are they okay? Are they hurt? Did they die? They're only a few months old, there's so much that could've gone wrong. So he agrees to go with Moussack.

Calanthe looks a mess when Geralt sees her. Eist is by her side as always, trying to comfort her. Pavetta and Duny are nowhere in sight and it's making Geralt extremely antsy. Calanthe tells him the news, her voice is hoarse from all the crying she's been doing. Geralt sympathizes with them, gives them his condolences. And then that's when he realizes "oh. OH. OH NO". Sure enough Calanthe tells him she can't take care of herself, how could she care for a baby. Geralt refutes telling her "they're your grandchild, I don't want to rip them away-" and Calanthe tells him then it's a girl. And for a split second his brain gives the helpful thought of "oh I have a daughter" and Geralt is having an internal meltdown right there in the throne room. But he can't refuse. His entire basis for not coming back and claiming her is because she has a family who cares about her. But now that family is saying that they can't care for her, not because they don't love her, but because they do. So Geralt agrees to take her.

The first time he meets her he is entirely captivated by how small and precious she is. The moment he holds her he feels overwhelmed with such a fierce protectiveness and he can't help but absolutely adore her. He is trying so hard to stay stoic and unemotional but the moment he's alone with Ciri back in that old tavern he'd been at he just holds her and smiles. If he'd been a normal man, he probably would've burst into tears by how happy he was. (he did later once she got settled into Kaer Morhen, when he and Eskel did end up drinking up in his room. They're talking about the usual things, and then he looked over to her in her makeshift crib and just started bawling. Eskel freaks out and asks him what's wrong and he replies "I just love her so much."... Yes Eskel teared up.)

Then he has to go through the lovely moments of "how the fuck do you raise a baby" which Vesemir watches with so much amusement. Geralt raided most of Kaer Morhen's library and Nenneke's office for books about parenting. (Kaer Morhen has none, unsurprisingly.) He eventually asks Eskel to go to Oxenfurt and grab Dandelion and any books about parenting, childhood development, psychology and women's health he can find. (He is DREADING eventually having The Talk with Ciri but he won't be unprepared.) Dandelion is completely awestruck with Kaer Morhen of course however, nothing shocks him more than seeing Geralt looking bone tired with a 5 month old baby wailing in his arms, trying to soothe her.

"uh... What ya got there, Geralt?"

"H e l p."

Where's Yennefer? What about Yennefer?? Geralt is hesitant at first to even tell Yennefer he has a kid. But she sends him a letter one day, asking him where he is now that it's coming up on spring. (Ciri's first bday!!! Yay!!!! Also oh gods planning a birthday?!?!?!?? That's a thing??????) So he does tell her, and she understandably to her character demands to see this child surprise. So again, sends Eskel on out (pls Geralt, he's your childhood best friend, not your errand boy.) to go get Yennefer. Yennefer storms through the main hall, not even acknowledging Lambert and Vesemir, and right up to Geralt. How did she manage to find her way through the halls without ever being there before? Geralt doesn't know and he's scared by it. Yennefer spots Ciri, who's doing her tummy time. To which she's very fussy about and gives the nastiest glares an almost 1 year old can to her father. Yennefer is absolutely gobsmacked that Geralt was being genuine. She points to Ciri, then to Geralt, then back to Ciri, to Geralt.

"YOU?????? HOW????"

"I'm really bad at making jokes."

Yennefer adores Ciri, but Ciri is a little skeptical of her. Who is this strange woman????? Where is her dad?????? Where's her other dad (Dandelion)???? How dare she smell nice and be warm???? Ugh as if she'd let her feed her!!! No way! Yennefer is always completely drenched with baby food whenever she attempts to feed Ciri. Geralt tries so hard not to laugh at her. Ciri is absolutely seething by the end of it and is only contained when Geralt picks her up and holds her securely. Then it's like little devil Ciri never existed, she's all smiles and babbling happily to her dad. Yennefer gets really disheartened over it. Late at night she ends up crying over it, thinking it wouldn't matter if she was able to have kids or not; Ciri proves she'd be a horrible mother anyway. Geralt doesn't know what to say at first, but he knows it's not true. Yennefer is trying her best, it's just that Ciri is really fussy. She even fusses sometimes when Dandelion holds her. He tries to comfort Yen, and ends up deciding the best thing to do is hold her and tell her that she's doing amazing. He doesn't think she believes him because she's still got a very somber look on her face the next day. She becomes reluctant to take up care of Ciri because of the incident. Well about after the third day of this Ciri gets fussy again. Geralt is taking a well deserved nap day. He's back in his room snoozing away. Yennefer and Dandelion are with Ciri in the library, one of the warmest places in the keep. Dandelion wipes his hands of the ink that stains them and picks her up and checks if she's soiled. She isn't, so he asks if she's hungry. She thrashes around in his hold and turns in search of Yennefer and starts grabbing towards her. So Dandelion hands her over to Yen. The moment Ciri's resting against Yennefer she settles down.

"huh, guess she just wanted her mommy." Dandelion comments and Yennefer starts crying. (Dandelion's face morphed from aww to OH FUCK)

The bigger Ciri gets the more rambunctious and energetic. Geralt couldn't be prouder that they're all raising her to be genuine to herself and that they've broken the generational trauma. Vesemir pats Geralt on the shoulder one day and tells him "I'm proud of you, Wolf" and damn, if that doesn't make him want to cry. He doesn't of course, only meeting Ciri made him cry from joy. And oh how she gives Lambert a run for his money. It's hilarious to see a 60-something year old argue with a 4 year old. They get into the most stupid arguments too. "blue is better than red!" Or "I'm taller than you" which is the most absurd because it's always Ciri who starts it. Geralt thinks it's because Lambert is the shortest besides Vesemir. But Vesemir has only become short due to his old age, and Ciri already gives him a hard time for that. ("Why are you so fat and old? Aren't you a Witcher like Daddy?" She said once and Vesemir just paused and looked at her like "why would you say that to me". She burst into a giggle fit at his crushed expression.)

The argument will always, without fail, go:

C: I'm taller than you.

L: no you're not? I'm 5'11!

C: well I'm 8 feet tall!!!!

L: more like 2 feet tall!

C: NO! SEE

Then she'll stand on the chair so she towers over Lambert.

L: fine well I'm older.

C: no??? My birthday is first

L: NO ITS NOT?

C: YEAH IT IS

L: NO APRIL IS BEFORE MAY. AND IM 67, YOU'RE 4

C: uhhhhh I hate to break it to you, but no you're not. You've been lied to your whole life.

L: W H AT WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE????

C: uhmmmmm god.

Then when Coën finally meets one of the Wolves and comes up to Kaer Morhen he's shocked to see someone so young. At the time Ciri was around 7. She calls him ugly and walks away to the stables. Coën is just left flabbergasted while Lambert and Eskel are laughing their asses off. Geralt apologizes to him, while trying to hold in his laughter. Coën becomes like an older brother to Ciri, and he gets on her good side by helping her prank Lambert.

When Ciri hits 12 she does get her period, and Geralt is like "OH GOD OH FUCK HOW DO I TALK TO HER ABOUT THIS I DONT WANT TO MAKE IT-" and Yennefer walks into the room and goes "I told her, we're good."

Then comes the "boy talk" Where Ciri brought up that a character in a romance book was attractive and Geralt went into "No one is good enough for my baby girl" dad mode and brashly announced "you're not allowed to date boys until you're 21."

Yennefer slaps him on the arm and Ciri looks at him almost offended.

"jokes on you I don't even know if I LIKE boys. Maybe I just like this character's personality." She replies sassily. Geralt cannot argue with that logic. (And yes 2 months later, she goes on a day trip with Yen and talks to a girl her age. She comes back and Geralt asks her how it went and she says "I definitely like girls." And walks up to her room to take a nap. Geralt celebrates as soon as she leaves "YES!!! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SOME BRUTE MESSING WITH MY DAUGHTER FUCK YEAH" Yennefer reminds him that some women are just as bad and he crumples to the floor in agony. Now he has to worry about brutish women hurting his daughter.)

Essentially, I just love that Geralt has a daughter, and that he's so proud of her and loves her so much. Their relationship is just so 🥹❤️ I adore them.

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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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[MASTERPOST]

They finally call Eskel! Geralt may have done the talking this time, but l they did discussed this beforehand and Vesemir had urged them to do this. And I do think, after they had this talk, that Jaskier knows it's important for Geralt to tell somebody.

#jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #onlyfans!jaskier #eskel #I do have A LOT of feelings in this AU for Eskel #because he was already quite old when Geralt (and later Jaskier) came into the family #and I think he is feeling responsible in a lot of ways #and I also thing that Geralt bonded with Vesemir after a while and he's his dad - but I feel like he definitely bonded with Eskel first #they do love each other very much #cancer cw

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winters-mistress · 2 months

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Cuddle pile

It's cold. It's so fucking cold that Ciri thinks she may honestly ask the gods to take her to the next world, because nothing can be as cold as this. She's got two pairs of leggings on, two pairs of socks, one of Geralt's tunics, her pair of gloves that Eskel had found for her, and she's buried underneath several blankets. Yet, she's so cold. She's so fucking cold.

The door opens, she can hear the squeak of the hinges. Footsteps come towards her, she can tell by the gait that it's Geralt, he's trying to be quiet, but he knows she's awake.

"Ciri?" she peaks out of her cocoon of blankets, one eye blinking up at him. His lip twitches, and he reaches towards her. "Cone here, it's too cold for you to be here alone. Especially with the fire refusing to catch."

She realises that the fireplace and the torches are dead. How many times has somebody came in and tried to warm her, only for the wind to blow it out?

Her thoughts distract her enough that Geralts breath upon her cheeks startle her, but she doesn't jump when his arks finally pick her up, blanket cocoon and all.

She makes a questioning noise, but never says no to Geralt giving her a hug. She's carried like a baby out of her room, out of the wing, down two flights of stairs, down another corridor, a third set of stairs, before they end up at the kitchens.

She makes a confused noise. It can't be breakfast time yet, the keep is pitch black to her puny human eyes.

"Why're we here?" she asks, rubbing her tired eyes.

"It's too cold, even for us. Gotta rest." Geralt says. Ciri blinks at him.

All in all, the witchers are good when it comes to her sleeping. When her nights are plagued with the horrors of her past and future, and she wakes up screaming with wet cheeks, the witchers let her sleep in whenever her rest finally turns peaceful and dark. They allow her afternoon naps after training and chores are done, and send her to bed when she stumbles into the dining hall with dark circles under her eyes. Early nights and late starts aren't punished, and as long as training and chores are completed at some point in the day, the witchers don't particularly care when it happens. Hell, shes been wrapped up like a baby by Lambert of all people when they had determined she needed a sleep.

Which is why it shouldn't be surprising when he turns the last corner and finds five Witchers laying a couple feet away from the cracking fireplace underneath the stew pot. They've got blankets and pillows and furs, and look rather comfortable. Laying all over each other, looking rather like a puppy pile. Even Aiden joins in with the snuggling.

"Pups." Vesemir rumbles when he sees them both. Geralt puts her on the floor, kneeling down next to her.

"Come here, girl, get comfortable. Gonna be making camp here for a couple'a days." Coën clarifies when he sees her confused face. Ciri blinks, but nods. These things make sense, and she's seen all the men here hug, but admittedly, this is the first cuddle pile she's been privy to.

She turns upon her side, feeling Geralt curl behind her, trapping her in with his arms, wrapping her in another blanket. She hums, wrapping her hand over his, before Eskel pulls them both close, and she smiles, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth seep into her.

And tonight, she will sleep sweetly indeed.

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queenxxxsupreme · 2 years

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The Witcher Masterlist II

(* indicates NSFW/smut)

Updated 9.21.2022 Add yourself to my taglist here! My The Witcher I masterlist is here! My Henry Cavill Masterlist is here! My Red Dead Redemption 2 Masterlist is here! My The Boys Masterlist is here!

BOLD IS NEW CONTENT

Netflix!Eskel

Series

Broken Paths and Fallen Cities (witcher x witch series) -To Any Semblance of Touch -Down A Chilling Hall, A Fire Grows* -To Survive is to Suffer -To Follow the Heat of the Flame -Sober Thoughts Spoken By Intoxicated Lips -What’s Lost Cannot Be Found, But Can Be Forged -Of Mornings Soft and Delightful -Mischievous Encounters in Unfortunate Places* -Beneath the Willow I Fall -With Love Will Come Worry -Before A Collapse -A Convergence of Cataclysmic Sorts (prelude to series)

Headcanons/Drabbles

-NSFW Alphabet*

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 |

Netflix!Coen

Series

Coen x single mom!reader part 1 | part 2

Dettlaff

Headcanons

-SFW Alphabet

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Regis

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Vernon Roche

Asks/Requests

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)

-kinks (*NSFW)

dad!Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)

in chronological order -dad!witchers find out they are expecting -dad!witchers x pregnant!reader -dad!witchers deal with pregnancy cravings -dad!witchers deal with labor -dad!witchers with their newborns part 1 -dad!witchers with their newborns part 2 -dad!witchers with their newborns part 3 -dad!witchers being called “dada” for the first time -dad!witchers kiss a booboo -dad!witchers and tantrums -dad!witchers and the Cuddle Your Toddler Challenge -dad!witchers and nighttime -dad!witchers and dad reflexes -dad!witchers try to get them to eat veggies -dad!witchers and the first pet -dad!witchers and breakfast in bed -dad!witchers and getting interrupted -dad!witchers braid their daughters’ hair -dad!witchers and the first date

Others

-Vesemir gives the pups bowl cuts -Vesemir Meets Nadia (Eskel’s daughter) -Triss Marigold Ask (kiss prompt) -1200 Followers Celebration Masterlist -Unlikely Allies (The Wither + Red Dead Redemption 2 crossover)

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flightsfancy22 · 1 year

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The second instalment of what is now apparently a GoatDad!Eskel theme. @loki-is-my-kink-awakening what sort of Pandora’s box did you open?

#witcher fanart #eskel fanart #my artwork #eskel my beloved #goat dad

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lassieposting · 1 year

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Concept for a fic I'll never write:

Unable to locate Geralt - or anyone who's ever actually met him - in the aftermath of the fall of Cintra, and too short on coin to buy herself passage to Skellige, Ciri stows away or accepts a ride in a wagon that takes her north into Kaedwen. There, she hears about Kaer Morhen, the last once-great stronghold of the witchers, where she might find someone who can take her to Geralt.

Vesemir - only just come home himself to get set up for the cold season - isn't expecting her arrival on his doorstep, bedraggled and traumatised, but she claims to be Geralt's surprise child, and she's hardly the first kid he's dealt with in that state. He takes her in on Geralt's behalf, keeps her busy and safe, and answers her questions as best as he can. One by one, his boys make their way home for the winter, and they all have a story for Ciri about the man she never knew was supposed to be such a big part of her life.

#the witcher #netflix witcher #dad!geralt #dad!vesemir #the witcher prompts #just. ciri getting to hear about geralt from people who LOVE him rather than people who only know his legend #eskel and lambert and coen all stepping up to sort-of parent in geralt's absence and realising that as clueless as they are now #that's how clueless vesemir would've felt raising THEM

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0dde11eth · 2 years

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The witchers and jaskiers being invited to a banquet. They begin eating and end up passing out because the food has been drugged!

All except eskel, who looks around in confusion.

Eskel: "mines not working"

The evil noble: "Here have another helping"

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #lambert #kaer morons #eskel #cinnamon roll eskel series #geralt nomming series #source: american dad

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years

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Deserving Makes No Difference

I felt feelings and got really fucking annoyed with how people still hold vesemir up on a pedistal even tho hes big abusive but dont give the female characters the same respect. so i wrote something about it

big big thank you to @jaskierswolf for betaing, your comments bring me great joy

CW: past child abuse, realizing past child abuse, geralt sees too much of himself in ciri and has some realizations, some good trauma talks with the bestie past midnight, geralt is a cycle breaker and thats extremely sexy of him, jaskier is the friend we all need when we fall back on our trauma bonding.

also on ao3

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Training Ciri shouldn’t have been so hard. She was a fantastic student, pushed herself so hard that no one else needed to, and even enjoyed the work. No, she wasn’t what made training so hard on Geralt; it was the memories of his own training.

He never thought about it after it was over, save muscle memory and the occasional story between the other wolves. But now that he had Ciri… the memories of belts and evenings without supper and wooden canes suddenly seemed horrific rather than a bonding memory with his cohort. He’d gone all these years thinking that was just the way it was, that he deserved it, that there was only one way to train an unruly and explosive little brat like himself. And every time he watched Ciri fumble and explode in nearly the same spot he had decades before, he flinched. No harm ever came to her, he made damn sure of it, but he was still prepared for a blow.

After a few weeks of this realization, he told Ciri she would need to focus on controlling her chaos for the time being.

“You said it yourself,I need to be able to protect myself. That making me better and faster and stronger is how you’ll protect me. How am I supposed to improve if I don’t train?”

The guilt trip almost worked, but Geralt needed a break, needed to think, “You can drill at the end of the day if Yennefer hasn’t completely drained you. But only if Cohen agrees to supervise.”

Ciri scrutinized him before falling in step next to him toward their dinner, “Why not Lambert?”

“He’s more childish than you,” Geralt snorted.

“And Vesemir?”

Panic flooded Geralt as he did his best to keep his posture neutral, but every fiber of his being screamed not to let him near Ciri, “No.”

“Why not? He trained you. And Jaskier said he saw you cut through forty soldiers without breaking a sweat.”

Geralt took a deep breath and forced a smile, “Jaskier’s full of shit. Cohen only.”

Ciri rolled her eyes but muttered a begrudging, “Fine,” before splitting off to dig into dinner.

When he mentioned the schedule shift to Yennefer, something sad and lonely crossed her features before she masked it with a surprisingly kind smile. He hadn’t expected her to take issue, but he was almost angry that she seemed… understanding? Empathetic?

“Must be harder for you,” Yennefer’s voice would sound condescending to someone who didn’t know her, but Geralt heard the melancholy edge, “I have no memories in this place and still it aches.”

All he could give her in response was a grimace and terse nod.

It was slightly comforting knowing Yennefer was at least in a similar position, but she seemed just fine. The other wolves seemed just fine. Hell, he was the only one of them to take issue with anything they’d been through. From the trials to the disgusting way Vesemir mourned his lost ability to inflict the same soul-crushing pain on more innocent boys, Geralt seemed to be the only one concerned with the way anyone was handling, or better yet not handling anything.

That night he sat on his bed, polishing his swords as he tried to wrap his mind around how he’d got there.

Sometime after midnight, his door was shoved open by Jaskier holding a bottle of something far too strong for a human and managing to yell at him while still whispering, “Right. Put the perfectly sharp blade down before I use it on you. I swear to fuck if you scrape that whet stone more time, I’ll lose the one fucking marble I have left. And I need that one! It makes me money!”

Stunned out of his meditation-like repetitive stupor, Geralt carefully set his things aside as Jaskier made himself at home on Geralt’s bed, “Didn’t know anyone could hear.”

“Yes, well, these doors are shit, and I’m right across the hall,” Jaskier waved his hands as if Geralt should have caught on by now before uncorking the bottle and holding it toward Geralt, “What’s running round in that big boarish head of yours?”

Geralt gave him a sad excuse for a smirk and took the bottle, staring at it as he whispered like he was giving some heinous confession, “I’m… I can’t imagine intentionally harming Ciri.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow with an air of cautious optimism, “That’s good.”

He didn’t understand. Not that Geralt should expect him to, but they hadn’t spent as much time together recently. It used to be easier to talk like this with Jaskier, the bard was able to put together the broken fragments of a sentence Grealt couldn’t bear to say aloud much faster when they’d been attached at the hip.

Frowning as he took a pull from the bottle, Geralt slowly dug the words out from where he’d buried them long ago, “But no one thought twice about beating or starving us… for the same mistakes she makes. She’s just scared…” Geralt took a deep breath and slowly forced it out, sneaking the words in on his exhale as if his pride and fear wouldn’t notice that way, “We were just scared…”

For a long time, neither of them said a word; they both just stared at the bottle in Geralt’s hand. The air was thick and breathing too deeply felt dangerous somehow, like a sigh could break watever fragile balance they’d set up. Geralt’s mind raced, as it had been all night, reminding him of horror story after horror story that had been so normalized he and his fellow wolves had laughed as they exchanged them over meals. They almost made him sick as he imagined any of those words coming out of Ciri’s mouth.

Finally, Jaskier spoke up, his voice soft and careful, “Is that why she’s training with Yen more?”

Geralt found himself nodding before he realized, an odd tightness behind his eyes and in the back of his throat, “It made sense before. We were nightmares, but Ciri can be worse, and I couldn’t dream…”

“You didn’t deserve it either,” Jaskier reminded him, taking the bottle from his hand and taking a conservative swig before cris-crossing his legs.

“Deserving and not deserving makes no difference. Shit still happens.” Geralt grumbled, reciting a line he’d rehearsed plenty of times before, only now it felt hollow. He didn’t believe it anymore, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

The soft, almost proud smile Jaskier wore when Geralt risked a glance toward him was confusing, but the bard’s words were far worse, “We finally tricked you into giving a fuck about yourself,” When Geralt frowned harder at him, Jaskier continued, “Hell, Geralt, you called yourself a tool- no! Weapon when I first met you. It has taken decades to humanize you to yourself. Decades and a daughter apparently…” he trailed off with a shrug and another sip from the bottle.

“I thought I was a selfish twit,” Geralt huffed, reaching for the bottle before bringing one foot onto the bed to rest his elbow on his knee. He didn’t think Jaskier was wrong, but he didn’t want to accept it either. Too much about how he moved through the world would change.

“You are,” Jaskier smiled, giving a fervent nod, “You’ve great range.”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt couldn’t stop the tired smile spreading on his face, “Don’t sign me up to give a monologue.”

“Now that I have the idea…” Jaskier gave him a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows and dodged a light backhand to his shoulder.

The liquor was starting to do its job, Geralt's limbs feeling heavier and his mind foggier. He took another long bubbling pull from the bottle before setting it on the floor, Jaskier giving a sigh of relief. It was a satisfying enough explanation for why the training grounds bothered him all of the sudden, but as he stared at a hole in the hem of Jaskier’s trousers, something kept eating at him.

“I can't trust the people I called family,” the whispered words were out before he realized he’d spoken. Something in him calcified and died as he said it. He’d been thinking it for weeks, especially since Vesemir’s latest stunt, but it felt final, speaking the fact into existence.

Geralt could just barely see Jaskier nodding his head as he spoke, “Me neither. Rotten, isn’t it?”

“Fucking brutal.”

“Yup,” Jaskier popped the ‘p’ and rested his chin in his hand, staring at the same hole Geralt had been staring at, “What are you going to do about it?”

The question pulled Geralt up short, “The fuck can I do?”

It had been a long time since Jaskier looked at him like he was a fucking idiot, but it still had the same effect, “Tell them? Ruin their week? Lay down rules?” As he made his list, Jaskier shuffled till he was laying diagonally across the bed with his head on the pillows and somehow he still had the effect of making Geralt feel like a dimwit, “For fuck’s sake, Geralt, that's your daughter. You focus so hard on protecting her from armies and monsters, don’t forget about your own family just because no one else has given a fuck all these years.”

“They wouldn’t starve-”

“You just said you can’t trust them. Why defend them?” Jaskier was staring him down with a challenge in his eyes and Geralt couldn’t argue with the logic.

Sliding his hand down his shin and resting his chin on his knee like he did when he was a boy, Geralt closed his eyes and whispered, “We were raised to need him. It’s a shitty habit.”

“I know,” Jaskier let out a long sorrowful sigh that reminded Geralt he really did know, “Maybe talk to Lambert first?”

Geralt shook his head and felt a little dizzy for it, letting himself plop over onto his side so he was curled into the little triangle of space Jaskier had left him, “He’s too angry. Probably accuse me of mutiny… Eskel would have understood.”

Jaskier’s hand flopped to his side and clumsily found its way to comb through Geralt’s hair, “Yeah?”

“You would have liked him,” Geralt mused, again feeling that enraging sting behind his eyes, “He’d have already torn into Vesemir. Was always ready for a fight…”

Voice softer, almost like he was singing a lullaby, Jaskier hummed, “I probably would have.”

For a moment Geralt thought he’d be okay, he thought he could tell Jaskier just how betrayed he felt by the people he thought he could trust the most. How Vesemir was supposed to protect him and how he’d broken the promises he made when Geralt was too little to understand he couldn’t keep them. But all that came out were soft stuttering breaths and tears rolling down his face.

Continuing to run his fingers through Geralt’s hair, Jaskier whispered, “Let’s sleep. You’ve done enough thinking for one night.”

Geralt sniffed and raised his head with an embarrassed grimace and nodded. Instead of a pillow, Geralt laid his head on Jaskier’s stomach, letting the bard’s slow and rhythmic breathing in tandem with the steady thrum of liquor in his veins lull him to sleep even if he dreaded the morning.

#the witcher #geralt #vesemir #lambert #eskel #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #cirilla #the witcher fic #dilf geralt #good dad geralt #jask is the best bestie and i will take NO questions #(except i will bc i could go off on this)

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thesleepy1 · 2 years

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Loved On A Summer's Morn

A/N: We got an anon request, baby! They wanted a sequel to Born On A Summer’s morn. I see you, wanting the newborn fluff. Thank you for requesting something quick and easy. I can give you fluffy Eskel blurbs anyday.

Pairings: Eskel x Reader

Summary: Eskel spends the morning with his bundle of fleece and you by his side.

Or, “Hey 👋 do you think you could write a follow up for born on a summers morn? I’m just craving some fluff of Eskel with his new born. Love your writing xx”

Word count: 320

Warnings: NONE!

Part 1

Eskel took the warmed, filled cow horn with as much grace as he held his boy. Poranek’s fit into the crook made by his arm as if destined to lay there. As the babe’s arms squirmed and his body flailed, Eskel held him in place. The witcher brought the tip of the horn to his son’s mouth and waited patiently for the boy to catch the scent of heated milk.

It did not take long for Poranek’s small, pink tongue to dart out and take hold of the feeder. His little, curled fists paused in their bashing of Eskel’s chest. His demands were finally answered.

“Were you hungry?” Eskel teased his suckling son, the babe never faltering in his first meal.

Depthless brown eyes looked up for the source of the baritone voice, the vibrations against his small body. Poranek met Eskel’s aching smile with a curious expression. There was an unspoken recognition in the quirk of the boy’s brow, in the way he tried to grab hold of Eskel’s finger with his own. He tried his hardest, Eskel watched, but he could barely wrap his hand around Eskel’s smallest finger.

“He’s beautiful,” you spoke next to Eskel’s side. Your hair was dampened with sweat, your clothes hung off your shoulder, and a clear fatigue was in your form, but nothing would have stopped you from witnessing this. Sunlight came in showers through the opened window, dust flew like fairies blessing your son with gifts. “I've never seen a creature as stunning.”

“I have,” Eskel said, devotion coating his words like caramel over a crisp apple. He looked at you. The way your skin glowed in the sun’s light. How your lips were the shade of cherry blossoms. He took in the way you leaned in close, warm shoulder pressed against his to look on fondly at your newborn. “You take my breath away and I have never been so grateful.”

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cloud-chaser-2224 · 2 years

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Lines for my favourite goat dad ❤️

#my man is so boft i die every time #i love him your honour #we love a soft goat dad in this house #Eskel #witcher eskel #witcher #the witcher #fanart #please sir thats my emotional support witcher

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winters-mistress · 28 days

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Of gentle wolves and healing princesses

It's a slow process, all things considered. It had been impressive enough that Ciri had even woken up from her injury at all, let alone begun to heal from it. Vesemir tells the twice grassed pup that even fully grown witchers have fallen from injuries like that one. But still, the girl awakens.

Because of the fall, her head had been banged up pretty tightly, Eskel and Vesemir taking turns changing the bandages and boil washing them in their best bet to ward off infection. But as the days go by, Geralt watches Cirilla remain awake for stretches longer and longer, even starting to respond to stimuli and respond to questions at the end of the first week of bed boundness.

Coën takes to slowly maneuvering her limbs as she's in bed. Bending her knees and extending her arms and rotating her torso. It's to keep her blood flowing, he tells the wolves, before admonishing them for their lack of knowledge on the clotting of human blood. Not enough movement could still the blood and kill her just as easily as the fall or infection could. Geralt is just greatful the Griffin has the instinct to take such good care of the white wolf's pup, for his instinct is to still protect the girl fiercely.

Lambert is the least helpful when it comes to Cirilla's recovery. He drank himself into a stupor the first night she had fallen, and had his face pummelled in by Geralt on the second. It had taken all four of the other witchers to separate them both, the two growling witchers thrashing as they fought with fists flying instead of the wooden swords of their youth.

By the start of week two, Ciri can swallow broth and thin soups, can move her body after vials of pure poppyseed milk to stop the pain, and Geralt is relieved when the bandages come off that reveal a clean wound, sewn up and sealing over with scabs and iodine. They keep a bandage on there just in case, but nowhere as dramatic as the others she had been wearing all that week.

After the wound is closed, Eskel and Coën and Geralt wash Cirilla's hair clean of the multitude of fluids that maar the girl's pretty blonde hair. Vesemir took the time to brew up a soup with small cooked root vegetables, while Lambert was scheduled to make more healing potions thag wouldn't melt the poor girls insides.

By week three, Cirilla can wash herself with a flannel and eat thick soups of barley and potato. She can sit up by herself now and hold a slow conversation. Her words are slow, slurred and take a while longer to understand their responses. Lambert drinks himself into a bucket again, and Vesemir tans his hide for it.

Geralt is impressed as the girl begins to get restless in her bedrest and sees the spark returning as she tries to get up and explore. He feels like Vesemir when he tells her that she needs to walk before she can run, but will stay by her side as she steadies herself and holds her hands as she climbs to her feet.

The witchers are honestly mighty impressed that it takes them only a day to start walking the length and around Ciri's room, and only another fir her yo walk from one wall to the next without Geralt's hands to support her, even if she falls into them when she's scaled this hurdle.

Day by day, they walk a little further in the keep and Geralt carries her less and lesson their way back. Her words get quicker in speed and understanding and the promises of a visit yo the horses or the hunting dogs or the livestock keep Cirilla motivated when she cannot put one foot in front if the other anymore.

But they get there, one step at a time, a harem of large, mutated witchers and a pretty princess who has just as much strength as them.

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 2 years

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Kids and Coffee Dates Ch: 8

Masterlist

The sound of overly-cheerful music woke you from a deep sleep. Your phone buzzing and lighting up from the bedside table. You turned it over to reveal Eskel’s name, also noting that it was around 1 am. It was certainly odd that he would call you so deep into the night- or early into the morning more accurately. However, he must have had his reasons, so with great effort you sat up and answered the call with a low grovely “Hello?”

“Y/n? Oh god fuck you’re there. God i- shit- I need you come over here.” Eskel’s voice was frantic as he spoke, desperation laced his tone as it he battled with the decision to speak or breath with each moment. “Bleater hasn’t been feeling well the past couple of days, I just thought she was being dramatic but she didn’t eat at all today and I said I would just call you in the morning but I couldn’t sleep so I came out here and now she looks like she feels even worse and she’s not due for another month and what if something is happening with the baby and i-“

“Eskel hey, hey calm down” You were already out of bed, scrambling for your shoes, some sweats and a jacket. “I’m already getting my shoes on now, you said you’re out there with Beater now?”

You heard a shallow shuttering breath before you heard a response. “Y-Yeah”

“Okay just stay out there with her. I’m headed outside now.” You kept Eskel on the line as you briskly made your way to your barn for supplies. “Eskel honey take some deep breaths for me okay” You kept the phone pressed to your ear as you gather supplies. Some needles and syringes and various medicines. As well as a hoof knife, flashlight and a half empty box of gloves. Once it seemed Eskel had calmed down some you spoke to him again. “Okay I’ve gather some of my stuff, I’m gonna load up the car and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just stay out there with her and stay calm alright?”

“Okay, yeah I’ll be here”

“Great, I love you. It’s gonna be okay honey”

“I love you too”

With that you shoved the phone into the jacket pocket and shoved the box with supplies into your car, before hauling ass to Eskel’s house. The drive was easy, not many people out this late, at least not in your neck of the woods. Eskel’s house closer to the city had a few more cars, but nothing that hindered you from speeding like a demon to the tiny house at the end of a ragged street.

As you put the SUV in park you noticed the light inside Lil’ Bleaters hut was on. You grabbed your gear and headed toward it. As you opened the outside door Eskel shoot up, standing as tall as he could in the small space. He didn’t say anything as you set the box down and took a knee next to a fitfully sleeping Bleater. As you began examining her Eskel stood claustrophobically over your shoulder. Every time you would touch something or poke something he would gasp or his breath would stutter. You didn’t want to get irritated with him, he was obviously frazzled and upset, but you couldn’t even examine Bleater, let alone administer any medicine with an anxious Eskel at your back.

“Love would you mind going inside and making me some tea or coffee? Whatever you have really just to help me stay awake?” You looked up sweetly at Eskel.

“uh, yeah yeah I can do that. Yeah” Eskel took a shaky breath before fumbling his way outside. Good, that would buy you some time. You began to examine Bleater quickly. Without Eskel’s nervousness clouding your focus you were able to see the situation much more clearly. It looked like she was just suffering from a case of Ketosis. Bleater was in discomfort for sure but not to the degree Eskel made it out to be. Either Bleater’s owner was being over dramatic or she was, the truth probably lying somewhere in the middle. Regardless Eskel had caught it early which meant it should be something the two of you could treat without vet necessity.

Ketosis was fairly common in pregnant goats, you’d dealt with it before and had the medicine on hand. Quickly you filled the syringe and stuck her. Bleater was non-too-happy about the poke but was kind enough to wait till you had pulled the needle out her skin before huffing and waddling to the other side of the shed. Luckly for you she had stuck her head in a corner, so it was easy for you to pin her there after donning some gloves to make sure the babies were alright. It was gross for sure, but it wasn’t your first rodeo. The baby- or babies as you quickly found out were fine. You snapped off the gloves and grabbed the supply box, opening the door and almost running into Eskel in the process. A steaming mug held in his hands.

“I gave her some medicine, she should be feeling better by the morning.” You grabbed the sleeves of your jacket around your hands before reaching for the hot cup in Eskel’s hands.

“What was wrong?” Eskel asked, peaking his head in to the ajar shed to see Bleater standing up, probably staring daggers into your back.

“Ketosis, you know what it is?” You stepped outside and let Eskel close the door behind you.

“Uhh no, not really, it’s not something horses really get.” Eskel stood with his back to the shed hands around his waist and shoulders hunched.

“No” You let out a hollow laugh. “Usually only happens in animals with rumens. Easiest way of explaining it is the chemicals in there bodies gets way out of wack. Its usually caused by diet, pregnancy makes it more common. I’ll have to look at your feed in the morning.” As you took a sip you looked up at Eskel, he was shaking slightly and he looked as though he might fall apart at any moment.

“C’mon lets go inside” You set a gentle hand on the small of his back, leading him to the house. “Nothing we can do till the morning anyway.” You lead Eskel inside, leading him to the couch before washing your hands quickly in the kitchen sink and joining him. You grabbed a blanket from the basket that held them on the side of the couch and draped it over the two of you. Putting on something mindless before gesturing Eskel to lay down. He ended up on top of you, head resting on your chest, head turned toward back of the couch.

His shoulders relaxed after a bit and he let out a long sigh. “Thank you for coming, I know it wasn’t something you had to do.”

You brought a hand up to rest in his hair. “My boyfriend was upset and his daughter was in distress of course I was going to come”

“Yeah but” he seemed to inspect the couch backing very closely. “You didn’t have to come right away, you could have told me to wait till morning or not answered at all.” You shifted your hand so it was cradling his face. Soft delicate hands running over rough and puckered skin. Fingertips gently tracing the scars before ending at his chin and tilting Eskel’s head up to look at you.

“If you’re upset for any reason Eskel I’m there. Big or small, rain or shine, night or day, if you need me I’m there. Even if you want me there just because all you have to do is ask. This is non-negotiable alright.” As you spoke your hand migrating back to cradle Eskel’s face once more. As you finished speaking a gloss took over Eskel’s eyes. He placed his hand over yours and closed his eyes. Two small twin tears forced out of his eyes and an oxymoronic smile on his face. He pressed your hand closer to his face, as if trying to graft it into his skin.

After Eskel opened his eyes once more he looked down. “You know after this happened” Eskel tapped his fingers on the hand that held the scarred skin on his face. “She was all I had. She was the only reason I got out of bed in the morning. The only reason I had to live. I thought she was all I would ever have. Because at least life with her made me feel like I was good for something.”

Eskel’s eyes looked up at you briefly before darting to the side again. “Then you came along. And suddenly I wasn’t just good for something I was wanted. Blatantly and unabashedly wanted. I didn’t just feel like was there I felt.” He paused for a moment and then closed his eyes, pressing your hand to his face again. “I felt like these were gone, like I was myself again.”

Eskel shifted up slightly, putting both his hands on either side of your face. Holding you and with the whisper of a touch letting his thumbs run over your cheeks. “Y/n, I love you so much. More than I think words can express.” Unshed tears lay in your eyes as you reached for him. Pulling his head down to you till your noses were almost touching. Blurry eyes looking up at him, and then letting out a whisper.

“Then don’t say anything at all” You let your eyes fall shut as you pulled Eskel down to close the gap between the two of you. Lips desperate against one another to be so close that one could not tell where one began and the other ended. Eskel’s hands reached moved to the back of your head to push you ever closer. The kiss was pure passion. The admit of defeat to fighting love. The final release of letting go and letting oneself fall.

Your arms surged around Eskel’s back, gripping onto his shoulders as the euphoria of the close contact began to take hold. Losing yourself him. When the two of you broke apart it was only just enough so you could breath. Neither of you wanting to be far from the other. As you resumed you whispered Eskel’s name on his lips. His great arms lowered to hug your middle as he lifted both you and himself off the couch. Engulfing the you with his lips once more as he carried you to the bedroom.

#soft eskel #alaska writes #eskel x reader #eskel my beloved #eskel x y/n #eskel x you #lil bleater #goat dad eskel #next chapter is spice #get ready for it #cause i've been building for a bit honey

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